Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.